Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 54 Is the old man going to teach the Burning Technique?

The logistics were very efficient. Early the next morning, Lu Zhao received his new uniform, which had a bar on the handle of the halberd on his chest.

My three roommates were practically drooling.

"Can I wear it?"

"This workmanship, this fabric, is this really Gongshi's uniform?"

"They're all the same..."

Lu Zhao was speechless at these bastards. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing? No respect for your elders, call him 'commander'."

"whispering sound."

Murong Can pursed his lips: "Stop showing off. The Qin Dynasty's military regulations clearly state that if you don't have a position, you need to be three ranks higher than the soldier to be called an officer."

Lu Zhao sneered: "Then remember this. When I'm promoted to a senior doctor, you'd better shout it out loud."

"..."

Murong Can was actually a little guilty.

Damn, wait a minute, it seems like I'll have to call it sooner or later.

"Give me the clothes right away. Old Ji said he needs to make a training plan today. I'm leaving as soon as I get the uniform." Lu Zhao snatched the uniform back.

Shi Jian said enviously, "I also want to have a real fight with those people."

He licked his lips.

Yesterday, Lu Zhao told me that Old Ji had asked the two of them to have a real battle with those scions of powerful families in half a month, and he was bursting with fighting spirit.

In this respect, he and Gongsun Ke are somewhat similar, because after hearing Ji Ye's decision, the tattooed young man also showed the same look in his eyes.

However, Lu Zhao felt that the two men's fighting spirit was fundamentally different, and he still needed to observe the specific differences.

The gossipy Murong Can poured cold water on the situation again: "It's one thing for you to act arrogantly and domineeringly in front of us, but those scions of noble families are too powerful; you can't win in actual combat."

"Not necessarily," Lu Zhao said, but he had a different opinion.

"How so?"

"I ask you, is it more difficult to break through one realm, or to break through three realms?"

"Of course, it's the Three Realms."

"Alright, now that there's only half a month left, and I'm at the first level, isn't the chance of improvement greater?"

"Yes...right?"

"With an opponent at the third realm, is it really difficult to make much progress in half a month?"

"Half a month is indeed not easy."

"So in the past two weeks, my skill level has improved by leaps and bounds, while they have remained stagnant—that's one victory. They know their progress is definitely not as great as mine, so they feel inferior—that's the second victory. I have two victories, and they have zero—that's the third victory. With three victories, what is there to worry about in defeating them?"

"....."

Murong Can was speechless for a long time, while Lu Zhao had already dressed and left.

Shi Jian asked blankly, "What does that mean?"

Murong Can shrugged: "Consider it a mental victory."

.....

When Lu Zhao arrived at the square below the high pavilion, the students in the small class were already warming up.

Although the halberd handle on his chest was small, it was very conspicuous among the new recruits. So, whether they knew him or not, they recognized him as the person who had been rumored to have surpassed those scions of noble families in martial arts yesterday.

Lu Zhao was not a saint; he could not remain unmoved by external gains or losses. Yet, amidst the curious or admiring gazes around him, he still felt a surge of accomplishment.

In short, it's a secret thrill.

He hadn't enjoyed the moment for long when he spotted a familiar figure among the crowd ahead.

"Lu Zhao".

Zhang Zilian waved to him with an unnatural smile, then squeezed out from the crowd he had been chatting and laughing with.

"Long time no see. How's your cultivation going?" Lu Zhao said politely.

Among the classmates who enlisted together, he always felt a subtle sense of distance from this person.

Zhang Zilian laughed and said, "I'm not very talented, and I've only just made it past 20%."

"This progress isn't slow either."

Lu Zhao wasn't being overly polite. In small classes, achieving 20% ​​progress in half a month was very common, and their assessments were even conducted three months later.

If we apply this to all newly recruited soldiers, then we can only say that most of those who go to the battlefield are at the level of a strongman, and it would be considered a success if they could survive a little longer than ordinary people.

"Heh, right?" Zhang Zilian was still giving a dry laugh, which sounded very dry.

Lu Zhao felt that this guy was acting particularly strange today. If he didn't know that this guy had dated a girl from the next class in high school, he would have thought that he was about to be confessed to.

"Um, I'll go upstairs first. Mr. Ji is calling me."

"Okay, I won't keep you any longer, go ahead."

Zhang Zilian was a little flustered. Just as Lu Zhao turned to leave, he suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"Hmm? What do you mean by 'I'm sorry'?"

These words brought Lu Zhao back to his senses; he truly didn't understand.

After Zhang Zilian said what he wanted to say, he felt much more at ease: "Hey, I've been secretly comparing myself to you all this time. I always thought that my talent test score was higher, so I should be better than you."

Lu Zhao couldn't hold back any longer: "Sigh, let's compete then. My three sons in the dorm compete with me every day."

"No." Zhang Zilian's smile vanished. "I even had some bad thoughts. I... I considered having my uncle step in and suppress you."

After he finished speaking, he cautiously observed Lu Zhao to see if he would get angry.

However, Lu Zhao chuckled and shoved his shoulder: "Are you crazy? Who doesn't have bad thoughts in their heart? In the end, you didn't do anything, did you?"

He was convinced.

What kind of innocent male high school student is this? They actually have to apologize for such a small thing.

Only then did Zhang Zilian breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes still a little red, but he revealed a genuine smile: "Didn't I finally see the difference? How can I compare to you? You're an officer now. I won't compare anymore; I'm just not as good as you."

"That's not true."

Lu Zhao waved his hand and gestured with his chin towards the group of people who had just surrounded him. "You seem to be very good at rallying people around you, don't you? You were the one who organized the physical exam registration. Everyone has their own talents; just do what you're good at."

Zhang Zilian's internal turmoil of many days was resolved, and he felt much more relaxed.

Lu Zhao patted his shoulder: "We're classmates, closer than other recruits, we should help each other out."

"That's right, hurry up and go up, don't be late." This time it was Zhang Zilian who gave him a push.

Lu Zhao then went up to the high pavilion.

At this moment, besides Gongsun Ke, Chen Qinhu was also present.

Tiger was called here because he was only good at one thing and bad at another. His physique improved dramatically, but his progress in Qi cultivation was terrible, which resulted in his overall progress in the Warrior Realm being only about 60%.

At this moment, he was completely submerged in a bucket of unknown liquid, with only his head sticking out. When he saw Lu Zhao arrive, he grinned and forced a smile. His angular and muscular facial features made the smile look ferocious.

Lu Zhao thought to himself, "If this guy goes to the battlefield, he'll probably be the kind of guy who can stop a child from crying, provided he overcomes his timidity first."

"morning."

He greeted Gongsun Ke, or perhaps replied with a word.

Lu Zhao couldn't figure out the other person's personality, so he didn't rush to get close to him. He sat down and prepared to make the most of his time to cultivate for a while. After all, he had just taken his second Cleansing Pill yesterday and needed to make the most of the next few days to break through to the next realm.

But before he could even begin, Ji Ye, who was often late, came out early.

"They've all arrived! That's great. I was thinking about it all night yesterday."

He wiped the armchair, then plopped down on it. "Sending you to challenge those aristocratic scions who have been cultivating for quite some time will be very difficult."

What, you're withdrawing your request?

Lu Zhao understood the old man's style; he liked to ramble on about useless things first, and then make sure the important points came later.

Ji Ye continued, "Although your martial arts skills are quite good, there is still a gap in your cultivation levels. We must use extraordinary means to have even the slightest chance of winning. But then again, extraordinary means are not so simple. If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't have been able to do it. Luckily, you met me."

You've been talking for so long, but you just wanted to brag about yourself, didn't you?

Lu Zhao's temples throbbed.

Ji Ye narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "I have decided to impart to you the ultimate techniques of the Sword Sect."

Lu Zhao's anger immediately turned into joy.

Is the old man finally going to teach the Burning Technique?